User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20120228215503

At the village of Wintor, a young squirrelmaid darts about, spreading the news: "Firdin is holding a meeting tonight at Savailia's! Don't let the guards know!" Skovin and Dring, two raggedy stoat guards, stump past, too drunk with grog to notice the message being spread. The two finally halt at a larger house than the other huts around. Skovin pounds on the door.